There is a moment between awake and sleeping, or dreaming. A moment, which if measured by time, probably not more than a mere second. But in our subconciousness, in our head, where time is irrelevant to us as it to God, the moment is a place instead of a period of time. A mystic and sacred place. All our life we've been wondering whether Hell or Heaven are places, with location that geographically out of human knowledge. Didn't it ever occured to us that Heaven and Hell are maybe, states of mind. States of being. A terrible and horrible state or a holy and pleasurable state. A state instead of a place. A state born out of states. A collective of states.
For instance, the moment during a lover in the arm of his/her lover after an intense love-making. Shrouded in his/her sour yet oh, so sweet sweat. Suffocating with her/his bodily smell and breath. In that hightened sensation, what if the moment was captured and taken to another space and time. All the pleasurable and good moments are collected from the beginning until the end of time. Not just taken from humans, but other creatures no matter mortal or godlike. The states are woven into a structure, although bearing no physical entity. A structure so complex that it has a life of its own, evolving, growing, transforming from segments of human emotion to a holy and divine entity. A (non-physical) place of total pleasure and desire.
The opposite of that is also true. There are also moments of intense pain, agony and suffering, either physically, emotionally or mentaly. A moment like a person is been slaughtered alive, slowly. Helplessly, with hands tied, the head pulled backward by the hair, exposing the neck. Then, a big, sharp hunting knife sliced eerily easy, like a hot metal cut through butter, and blood splurting out and then became gushes as the knife cut deeper, tearing more flesh. The wound opened faster as the weight of the head tilted backward and more blood spilling out. The person tried to scream but his vocal chord was already severed. There was only a loud choking gurgle came out. This is one of the moment captured and bound with other agonizing moments to weave a (structure? States?) place we commonly and loosely called Hell. But the nature of these states are more aggressive, more intense. So, it evolved faster and becoming more elaborate than its opposite twins.
But the moment between sleeping and awakening or dreaming, the place. Is it the same for all of us? Is it a common plateau where all of us go when we're in that moment? Or is it unique for everyone? It could be a familiar place, a good and happy place for some people. It could be a dark and menacing place for some. Or it could be a bit of both, familiar yet full of sorrow and suffering. Alien yet warm and gentle. A palace. A dark room. A large door. A vast field. But it is just for a moment. Then, we will succumb into slumber or dreaming, which is a whole different court yard. And we will be in a new domain, so God help us. God help us...
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